Phone Call...

    

     Your voice
 drives the butterflies
   into a frenzy
  bouncing off the walls
 of a plunging stomach
  excitement
      tension
        anticipation
   like the first step off a cliff
           with no tether.
         words
  spoken in rough whispers
    dripping sex
          need
            want
      my heart melts
    into shivering puddles
         of sin
   heat under my skin
     reminding me of
       lost hours
 Spent naked
   in the warmth
      of your arms
   reveling in
 the softest touch
   of your tongue
     to mine...